My family has mainly one cultural expectation of me. They expect me to be able to speak perfect English. My friends expect nothing and everything from me. They know I’ll do something out of random so they’re always on edge whenever they’re near me. My school expects me to dress a certain way, act a certain way, have certain grades, but I do the opposite. I love rebelling, I can’t help it. How I feel about my family, friends, and school is very confusing. I love my parents, but I can’t stand them most of the time. My friends are the people who keep me from going crazy half the time. they’re the ones who pull me through everything, but they can also be people you can’t trust. My school… I hate it. There’s no activities or anything of that sort, but it does help me plan for my future, like what job I’m going to have and all that sort.
How I feel about the expectations everyone has of me… Well, let’s just say I blow it off half the time. I should be worrying about my own expectations, not everyone else’s. I take care of myself, I don’t need anyone on my butt all the time. All I have to say is that this is my life, I’ll listen to what you have to say, but I won’t always do them. If I make mistakes, then that’s my fault. You don’t have to tell me over and over, I already know what I’ve done. People learn from their mistakes, let me learn from mine.
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